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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 15:09:07 GMT -5
*Obviously, as she was unconscious, she no longer looked frightened or cornered. Her face was slack and relaxed, her pink rosebud mouth half-open. Her light lashes rested against the tops of her cheekbones, and she looked for all the world as if she were merely sleeping peacefully.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 15:16:13 GMT -5
*Well, there was an almost irresistable temptation. Of course, if he caved into that then he'd completely ruin the plans he had. Excercising a surprising amount of restraint, he quickly exited the room before he changed his mind *
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 15:44:36 GMT -5
**SOME TIME LATER**
*The first thing Marianne noticed upon coming to was that she was still in a full corset. The second was that she wasn't in her bed.*
*Then she remembered what had happened. Perhaps he'd just had a lapse of concentration, perhaps he hadn't really been going to hurt her. In any case, he was gone; there was a bed, and she was tired. She changed into one of two nightgowns she'd brought and climbed back into the bed, snuggling into the covers. The fact that the covers smelled of him was her last thought before she fell asleep, exhausted.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:02:25 GMT -5
((We'll say this comes after he runs into Alfred. So I can blame him being wound up over Marianne on him attacking Alfie-boy.))
*In a rather dour mood, he returned to his room. He then let out a sigh of frustration at the sight of Marianne, as sunrise was near and he needed to sleep. Well, she was rather harmless, and she didn't know what he was. Likely worth the risk, considering how timid she was.*
Whatever. The hell with it.
*Too lazy to change into bedclothes, all he did was take off his boots before climbing in beside her*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:08:51 GMT -5
*Then, she screamed and made this face: i27.tinypic.com/14e49s4.jpg and ran out of the room, still screaming.**She shifted but felt herself hitting something hard. And masculine. And most certainly NOT a pillow. Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to see what it was... and squeaked weakly. She attempted to scooch out of the bed without disrupting it. She almost made it before the bed squeaked loudly. She squeezed her eyes shut.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:15:04 GMT -5
*Without moving, not even opening an eye, Daniel said: *
"Lock the door on your way out."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:21:32 GMT -5
*She bit her lip and managed to make it out without making too much noise. As she gathered her clothes, a thin shaft of morning sunlight streamed across the room, silhouetting her shape beneath the nightgown. She realized it was there and, out of instinct, closed the curtain and left the room, locking it behind her as he'd requested. Then she fled into the night.*
*She wouldn't realize until that evening that she'd forgotten her bag, and therefore her money, passport, extra clothing, jewelry, and books. She'd known that the heavy volumes (poetry collections and the entire collected works of Shakespeare, for whom she had a thing) would probably weigh her down, but she'd packed them nonetheless back in Normandy. If she could bring all of the items that constituted proper clothing, she could very well bring Shakespeare.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:32:38 GMT -5
*The first thing he noticed when he awoke that night, of course, was the missing girl. Then there was her bag, still sitting where she'd left it.*
"Godammit," he hissed, vaguely recalling her bolting from the room.
Muttering under his breath, he put his boots back on and headed out into Paris, hair still mussed from bed but it looks hawt.
He found her rather easily, looking quite lost and wearing not all that much*
"You are just asking for trouble wandering around like that."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:36:09 GMT -5
*She didn't hear him over the sound of her own sobs. She was sitting on a bench in the middle of the city, crying because she was lost, penniless, and friendless.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:39:59 GMT -5
"Marianne." He said more loudly.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:42:36 GMT -5
*She looked up for a moment, before collapsing back into gales of tears.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:44:25 GMT -5
*Rolling his eyes, he moved over to her, standing next to where she was sitting*
"Honestly, now. How are you supposed to get anywhere without your things?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:46:35 GMT -5
*She sniffled indignantly as best she could.*
"I.. just realized it was missing, and Marie won't take me in because she thinks I've been dishonored and.. and... and..." *She was back to unintelligible sobs.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 13, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -5
"Why the heck would she think that?"
*He wasn't really all that comforting. But at least he wasn't being creepy*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 13, 2008 16:51:59 GMT -5
"Because it's bloody high society and if you go longer than fifteen bloody minutes without a chaperon, you're automatically some kind of whore!" *She cried, more angry about that particular fact than depressed, though her face was still red and splotchy, and her eyes still shiny from tears.* "Always was a fastidious little ... little..." *She struggled for an insulting word that wasn't obscene.*
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